1 November 2014

Taveuni Island, Fiji

Stop the plane, I want to get off. High over the island of Taveuni, the reefs are ribbons of blotting paper curled up against the shoreline. The gods have spilled out gallons of ink - indigo and violet, cobalt and turquoise, black where the ocean carves inlets into coral cays. Far below the confines of the ten-seater plane in which I sit, a magical underworld flourishes: reef fish and corals and sea creatures dressed for a party, dancing and swaying in this sun-dappled wonderland named Paradise.

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